I have been staying with my cousin Bonnie and her wonderful husband Joe for almost a week. First I cannot believe how much I have slept. You would think I have had an exhausting month traveling along the Eastern seaboard instead of sleeping really well at each stop along the way. But, sleep I did and it was rejuvenating.
Joe and Bonnie live in a house perched at the edge of a canyon that lets out onto the football field of Whittier College (where Joe is a professor). When you stand by their swimming pool you can look across at the hills that line the canyon or turn to the right and look down at the football field (where the players look like ants) and then beyond to the LA basin stretched out as far as you can see. The view is breathtaking and, although I have visited many times, I never tire of it.
The weather has been spectacular - in the 80s. Last night, as I looked up at the almost full moon, I thought about the last full moon I saw - looking out from my upstairs window at the woods around Stu and Jayne's cabin in the Berkshires. So very much has happened since then.
It is wonderful, as always, to be back in my home state and LA has sparkled. We have had so much fun. As usual, we indulged in long talks over lovely slow meals. It has been several years since I have visited so I had to catch up on changes in their lives, in their home and in their hillside garden. Is there anything more lovely than slowly walking through a garden whose evolution you have witnessed?
Just like at the start of my trip, when I sat in on Lynne's writing class at Wellseley, Joe invited me to sit in on the Freshman writing class he teaches. The students discussed a play they had seen the night before, Angels in America, (performed at the College). And again, just as at Wellesley, the students discussed an era as historical that I had lived through. These students were equally delightful and, I must admit, I experienced the tiniest twinge of regret that I am no longer teaching. Then I reminded myself that, if I were still teaching, I would be in the classroom instead of out seeing the nation. No, I am glad I am right where I am.
As far as touring LA - I have been here so many times that there isn't a lot I haven't already seen - with one exception. Those of you who are architecture fans may know of the work of Greene and Greene, associated with the Arts and Crafts movement of early 1900s California. The Gamble House in Pasadena is a classic example of that style and I have wanted to tour it for probably 30 years. I have driven by it and even visited the gift shop - but each time the actual home was closed. Not so yesterday.
It was perfection. The weather was gorgeous, we had a perfect guide and we were the only two who showed up for the 2:00 tour. It surpassed my expectations - and they were sky-high. The architectural details were stunning, the furniture was beautiful - I especially loved the lighting fixtures. By the time
we left, I was so overwhelmed by it all that I begged off going to the next museum on our list - I just had to process what I had seen.
I can't believe the week is almost over. As always I hate to leave. I have loved every minute with Bonnie and Joe, enjoyed meeting their friends, luxuriated in their hospitality (as has been the case with each visit on this trip) but I also can't wait for my next stop - Pacific Grove. I will be staying with next door neighbors (from the house I sold in early June) and look forward to seeing friends. I take the train up the coast tomorrow morning, the last of my 6 train rides. What fun they have each been.
So, farewell Southern California, hello Central Coast.
Joe and Bonnie live in a house perched at the edge of a canyon that lets out onto the football field of Whittier College (where Joe is a professor). When you stand by their swimming pool you can look across at the hills that line the canyon or turn to the right and look down at the football field (where the players look like ants) and then beyond to the LA basin stretched out as far as you can see. The view is breathtaking and, although I have visited many times, I never tire of it.
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| The view of the hills that line the canyon |
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| Incredibly bad sunset photo of the field and the view beyond. I KNOW, it is an absolutely horrible shot, but try to imagine it as it is - the view goes forever. |
It is wonderful, as always, to be back in my home state and LA has sparkled. We have had so much fun. As usual, we indulged in long talks over lovely slow meals. It has been several years since I have visited so I had to catch up on changes in their lives, in their home and in their hillside garden. Is there anything more lovely than slowly walking through a garden whose evolution you have witnessed?
Just like at the start of my trip, when I sat in on Lynne's writing class at Wellseley, Joe invited me to sit in on the Freshman writing class he teaches. The students discussed a play they had seen the night before, Angels in America, (performed at the College). And again, just as at Wellesley, the students discussed an era as historical that I had lived through. These students were equally delightful and, I must admit, I experienced the tiniest twinge of regret that I am no longer teaching. Then I reminded myself that, if I were still teaching, I would be in the classroom instead of out seeing the nation. No, I am glad I am right where I am.
As far as touring LA - I have been here so many times that there isn't a lot I haven't already seen - with one exception. Those of you who are architecture fans may know of the work of Greene and Greene, associated with the Arts and Crafts movement of early 1900s California. The Gamble House in Pasadena is a classic example of that style and I have wanted to tour it for probably 30 years. I have driven by it and even visited the gift shop - but each time the actual home was closed. Not so yesterday.
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| The exterior of the Gamble House |
we left, I was so overwhelmed by it all that I begged off going to the next museum on our list - I just had to process what I had seen.
I can't believe the week is almost over. As always I hate to leave. I have loved every minute with Bonnie and Joe, enjoyed meeting their friends, luxuriated in their hospitality (as has been the case with each visit on this trip) but I also can't wait for my next stop - Pacific Grove. I will be staying with next door neighbors (from the house I sold in early June) and look forward to seeing friends. I take the train up the coast tomorrow morning, the last of my 6 train rides. What fun they have each been.
So, farewell Southern California, hello Central Coast.
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